"If you are born to fly, I won’t step on your wings". I think
about that every night. My loss of my son is, frankly, inconceivable. I am
stoic during the day. I am sure people wonder why I am this push through
person. The thing is, I am quiet, emotional. At night I let myself grieve. I do
not let the fissure go so deep in fear that I may not come back. This is who I am now. I am quiet, emotional.
